Saturday, June 8, 2013

The Frustration of Never Letting Go !!!

Book Review of The Knife of never letting go (Chaos Walking I)

Spoiler : This is not a review this is an all out bashing contest.If you are planning to read this book then please read it first otherwise you will notice the below mentioned things enormously throughout the novel and they will continue to haunt you till the end.

Let's Start :

This has to be the very first book which irritated me to the limits. The main idea of listening to other people thoughts was cool, apart from that this is NOT a cool novel.There are only a million things that i didnt like about this book few of highlights were

- The despicable main character TODD.(Where TODD is a perfect example of how    irritating/coward personality would look like)
- The inability of villains to give up/lose.
- The Superman/Batman/Spider man and any other man alike Aaron who fails to die no matter whats happens to him.
- The hopelessness in this book.(Ironically the main message of the book is Hope/Never give up)
- Villain-Won cliffhanger (wasn't a surprise really given the recurring circumstances)

The most noticeable thing in this book was the series of unfortunate events that occurred to two poor souls wait one poor soul a.k.a Viola (Considering TODD was a douche-bag) ... ONLY bad things happened to them i mean there was not a single event which might have showed some hope.It happened so frequently that after some time i started predicting the right villain to jump out of the blue and try to kill the children.

The only good thing about this whole book was Viola , only she has the audacity to stand up to what's right and what needs to be done.

Tuesday, May 28, 2013


Cant help but feel girly, when your bag spills out; and all you can see are a few lipsticks, a blusher, lots of chocolates and a cell charger. 

Wednesday, May 1, 2013


I wrote some of the things that i have noticed in my time i went there, so i decided to write some things that were repeated over and over in various semesters ,also i might like to point out that these may or may not seem true to you i'm just writing what i think is right so even if you don't agree please don't get offended following are the rules of being in fuclas:
  • If a girl likes a guy, only the girl and her best friend knows, but if a guy likes some girl EVERYONE except the girl knows.
  • Someone, ANYONE has to be playing an instrument at all times.
  • Guys walk in bundles to go to the bathroom while girls go alone (universal rule reversed)
  • The day you do not bring your student ID shall be the day they check for it.
  • If it aint dirty, it aint cafeteria food.
  • If a teacher is good and amazing at her field she or he will definitively not get to teach another class in this university.
  • If a teacher is there in permanent staff, she or he shall teach ANY subject she or he can get hold of.
  • Library is there but not to read books.
  • Boys bathroom (unsanitary may it be)provides irreplaceable acoustics to play an instrument and  to randomly sing songs.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”


Saturday, January 26, 2013


The girl who reads finds it even harder to fall in love, because she has seen just how many ways there are in which she could get hurt, plus the literature has made her expectations far unreachable by mere existent people.
We found this amazing quote on by Rosemarie Urquico and just had to make a post for it.

“You should date a girl who reads.
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

Monday, January 14, 2013


A word of kindness is seldom spoken in vain, while witty sayings are as easily lost as the pearls slipping from a broken string.

George Dennison Prentice